One eyebrow rose, the warrior's expression asking what his age mattered. But Albel did answer her. "Twenty-four years."

He wasn't sure what she would get out of that, and if she were to insinuate he was a child... He'd been groomed for the Airyglyph military for nearly ten years, had led a branch of it himself, had tamed dragons and managed dimensional travel...

He'd seen some shit.

"How old are you?" he shot back.